My First Kiss
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I have been thinking. About the things in our pasts that mattered, but no one cares about anymore. Or asks about. One such thing? First kisses. I think it’s safe to say we have all had a first kiss in our life. And it was amazing or absolutely forgettable or somewhere in between. No matter. It happened. And, at the time, it meant something, right? A first kiss is a romantic milestone.
And yet. We are all adults now. More or less. And we do adult things. Many of us are in committed relationships. Many of us have kids. Many of us spend our days talking about deadlines or diapers, colleagues or coloring books, bills or baby dolls. We are not given much opportunity to talk about pieces of our past, of who we once were.
When is the last time you thought about your first kiss ever? When is the last time you told someone about it?
I was twelve or thirteen. At summer camp. A raging tomboy who was just starting to think about boys. I spent my days in a ponytail and shorts playing soccer and basketball and softball and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. At some point in the summer, the girl campers started coupling up with the boy campers. I honestly can’t recall how this system worked. But it did. I decided I liked a boy named Jon. He was tall and older. And, thrillingly, he was a big fan of the Boston Celtics and U2. Somehow, I learned through the bizarre camp grapevine that he liked me too.
And then. We started hanging out. At socials. After movie nights. And, at one point, we kissed. I think it was a good kiss, but I don’t really remember and, let’s be honest, I had no point of reference. We kissed a lot that summer, but sports came first. Of course.
That’s it.
What amazes me is how little I remember of this first kiss. I remember who this boy was, his name, his general appearance, but that’s it. I don’t remember where we were at the time, how I felt before or after. There is an utter paucity of detail.
Why is this? Why did my mind not take hold of this moment and memorize it? I don’t know. Maybe I once remembered more about this exchange, but with time, its edges have grown blurry. Maybe as I get older, I am better aware of the big moments in life and this just wasn’t one. Maybe our minds and memories only have so much room and first kiss details leak out with time.
But even without the details, there are clues there. My young eyes zeroed in on a tall and handsome athlete. A kind guy. Someone a few years older. Sounds a lot like Husband. Maybe types are born early.
Where is this Jon? This creature I haven’t seen in almost twenty years? Is he married with children? Is he an astronaut? A banker? A blogger? Does he remember our summer of kisses or have they faded into the landscape of his past too?
I will never know these things. But it is fun to go back and (try to) remember.
Last night, when pondering this post and mining my memory for details to communicate, I asked Husband about his very first kiss. I had never asked him this and he smiled. He told me that his first kiss came during a game of Spin the Bottle. The lucky recipient? A girl named Kim. His story, like mine, was simple. There weren’t too many layers. Just the basics. But we had so much fun talking about these things. Who we were many years ago.
And then. Because I couldn’t leave it alone, I asked.
“So, this Kim girl. Do you have any clue what she’s up to?”
“Yeah,” Husband said. “We’re Facebook friends.”
“Huh?”
(Don’t you love that feeling when totally irrational jealousy takes hold?)
(We may or may not have looked this Kim chick up on Facebook. She may or may not have a really cute kid.)
Now it’s your turn…
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- Share your first kiss story.
- Do you remember the details or have they scattered?
- Where is your first-kiss-person these days? Are you Facebook friends with him/her?
- Did you play Spin the Bottle when you were young? (I never did!)
- Should I try to find Jon on Facebook to even things up?
Hey! My first kiss was with a boy named Jon. The lousy two-timer.
I married the boy I first kissed… admittedly the kiss was at 17 and the wedding at 22, but still. I think it’s kind of romantic. And I was thinking about it a few days ago! But I don’t know who his first kiss was.
And I didn’t play Spin the Bottle, the prospect was too horrifying!
Love this!
Heehee!! I love it. I haven’t thought about mine is so long. So sweet & innocent.
My first kiss was a boy named Matt. We had been friends for several years It was strange and awkward and we realized that we should be friends and not kiss each other again.
My first kiss was with my first “real” boyfriend, R., when I was 15. We’d been “dating” (read: calling each other nightly on the phone; holding hands in the hallways, etc. I don’t think we ever actually went on a real date at all!) for two months and he hadn’t laid one on me yet.
The night he came to my house to give me my Christmas present, I decided, was The Night. No matter what happened — come hell or high water, and everything in between — I was kissing R. I wanted to get The First Kiss over with and end the stress, basically!
Everything was going according to plan . . . except for one thing.
I got a cold. Right beforehand.
But if you think that put the kibosh on my kissing plans, you’re wrong: I was a woman on a mission! My first kiss was in my hallway — the same hallway I still walk down every day — and was a quick, awkward peck on the lips.
Of course, I was still ecstatic.
We “broke up” a month later, but remained friends — and he still has the distinction of being both the first boyfriend and first kiss! I haven’t thought about it in a while, but those were fun and innocent times. Thanks for letting me reminisce.
I love to talking about the first time my husband and I kissed. He was drunk and I was not. I tell people I took advantage of him. It makes me happy. Even drunk, he was a very good kisser.
My first kiss was when I was thirteen. My backpack had been locked in the school gym. This boy, also thirteen, ran to a teacher’s car to get the keys and ran back. He was out of breath. I thanked him with a kiss.
You talked about where these people are now. What if their life didn’t turn out well at all? Would you want to know?
This poor boy had a very tragic ending. It broke my heart to hear of his death.
First Kiss … Well, at the sometimes-ancient-age of 25, I’ve yet to be kissed. I know. Shocking. I was ready at 17, but the guy I’d fallen for ended up being a massive jerk. So I’m glad I didn’t. Somewhere along the way, moving on from Le Jerk (which lasted longer than it should have, I admit, just really glad I never kissed him!), I decided I was going to wait and give my First Kiss to the guy who put a diamond on my finger after I squeal an excited “YES!” to his “Marry me?” Of course, at the time, I thought it’d be before the end of college … and I’m still waiting. But I know that it’s gonna be amazing – and my friends know that when my facebook picture changes over to me kissing a guy, it’ll be time to throw a massive party
Good for you! I did the same thing….got to a ‘ripe old age’ in my 20s (hahaha – I WISH I was 20-something now!) and had never been kissed. Then i met this amazing guy – kissed him (or did he kiss me?) – and we now have 3 kids and many years of a wonderful marriage behind us. And I remember the first kiss as though it was yesterday…because I WANT to remember it!
Love this
. My first kiss – fitting for a Miami girl – was with a boy named Ricardo, in a swimming pool, when I was in 5th grade. (What can I say, I was boy crazy very early on!) I remember being so excited because I thought he was so handsome, but then when we actually kissed all I could think was wow, this is really slimy! Guess I wasn’t really ready yet. Funny to think about though!
Hmm, truth be told I am not sure if I remember my first kiss. It might have been during Spin The Bottle, when I was 12 or 13.
I kissed a three or four girls that night, but one of them got kissed several times. Damn, I really don’t remember much or maybe I just don’t like to kiss and tell.
My kissing life began with many hidden moments behind parents’ garages and “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” encounters that led to smooches. But the first kiss I remember, and one of the best I’ve ever had, was with my first boyfriend in college. Maybe we’d had a bit too much wine, who knows what had come over us – but it was a long, soft, seemingly endless kiss. All the parts of our mouths involved moved slowly. No other parts of our bodies were touching. When we were finished, we just looked at each other and said, “what just happened?”
Unfortunately, he was not a nice guy. The relationship fizzled. I wish the best kiss of my life had been with a man who meant something to me. But, man oh man, what a kiss!!
Strangely, I just thought about that kiss this week. They applied new security settings to my work laptop and one of my challenge questions was “Who was the first person you kissed?”
His name is TJH and he was my boyfriend in high school, twice; once during freshman year, and once as sophomores. The entire time we dated as freshman we never kissed. (Transitioning from friendship to romance at the age of 15 is really awkward.) By our sophomore year we took another stab at it and things clicked. He took me to our Homecoming dance. I was wearing a black beaded dress with silver and gold trim. (Really???) A slow song had just ended and I looked up at him realizing I was falling in love for the first time and we kissed. It was brief, sweet, and completely lovely. Even today it is a perfect memory.
As for where he is today? Married to a friend of my sister’s, father of two darling kids, and still a good friend.
Not sure your jealousy is that irrational, considering how irrational humans are in general. lol
I am totally jealous at the German recipient of my boyfriend’s first kiss. I even thought to myself that she is not worth it. She looks cute in her facebook pictures, but my boyfriend said those must’ve been photoshopped and she did not look that cute in person. He said he was horny and desperate (He was in an Engineering school), so … I sort of forgave him (lol, can u believe I used the word “forgive”? I totally consider it a crime he committed.), but still feeling jealous now that your post reminded me of this.
I don’t consider myself a jealousy type of person. I think I feel more jealous when I think about it and feel less when I don’t or when I simply forget the incident. I discovered people who report feeling less jealous are better at avoiding jealousy triggers.
My first kiss was nice, but my first breakup didn’t end nicely, so I have mixed feelings about it. Since I am enjoying tons of sweet kisses on daily bases now, I am not too bothered by my memory of my first kiss.
My first kiss was at 17, when my first bf dropped me off at my parent’s home after a date. We’d been going out for about 6 weeks, and it was awkward and sweet. I remember it it detail. We dated for nearly 7 years total. He’s in the military and I am still good friends with his family. I saw him this spring at his father’s funeral. More than a decade later, he looked so much like the boy I fell in teenage love with all those years ago. I wondered if I looked much different to him. We’re friendly when we see each other, but I don’t go out of my way to reach him, there just isn’t any reason to, those feelings have long passed.
Hubby was a bit of a late bloomer. Our first kiss was his first kiss ever. I treasure that memory much more and think about it all the time.
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Was in 1st grade, was playing around with a buddy. Our classmates tattled on us for kissing each other on the cheeks. The teacher said if we wanted to keep kissing we’d need to bring a signed note from our parents saying we could. I chuckle now when I remember how I thought my father would react. He was a big man, and the kid kissing me didn’t stand a chance! LOL
I hope everyone is having a great day!
Sammantha